Changes

Finally weaning off of the zoloft; going on a new med which, theoretically, will decrease the constant exhaustion & head-to-actual-goddamn-toes pain. Please please, pleeeease work. It is harder each day to plaster on the happy face, even though I go nowhere. 

Yup, there it is; the nitpicking, debasing little thought monster, telling me AGAIN to just give up. That no amount of meds, vitamins, counsel, or shots will make this pain cease, that any release is a good release, that giving up is really the only choice, that today is a good day to _________. 

Well, fuck you. Today is not that day. 

Today is a good day to live.